Grandpa’s Sunday
hat:
’Tis 7th
day once more to visit Grandpa’s farm on Sabbath;
Tap grandson’s
leg with cane to take an automobile ride;
A rebel, rascal, rogue, rapscallion-young
has trimmed the
“trail” hiding
Grandpa’s Sunday hat beneath the table-stand.
Plus:
Day 163
Walks with Becky
in Columbia
listening to old
stories
Becky
and I took walks every night when we lived in Columbia while between houses
waiting for August to roll around so we could make our big move to Oregon’s
Great Northwest.
Our little walks around the quiet, friendly
town at night often led to philosophical talks covering any and all subjects; I
like “smart” people, our children are among them.
From my mantra: Faith! Family! Freedom! proudly waves on a metaphoric “golden”
gonfalon as a snow-white pennant emblazoned with bright red letters. My writing
reflects and promotes this sentiment; the intent of my life is to live these values with a purpose of
becoming “habit” evolving into worthy virtue. Simple-me tries to accomplish two
positives each day: 1) learn something new;
2) make somebody smile! Neither very difficult for someone like me.
“Thanks!” for the walks, Becky! I sure enough
enjoyed those “walks”---and…all our
“special” times, together. My “proud” treasure-measure! I reckon!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “sublime-time” Memories!
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